We all took a pic for the people on Gaia, so I thought I’d post it.

download here:

Lethargy Club Pic!

Blog the bling! We must blog the bling!!

Pictured: Joe’s Blingin’ Disc, Joe’s Blingin’ Cheeto, My Blingin’ Cup, Sammie’s Blingin’ Paper Cup, and Autumn’s Blingin’ Soda Can.

Okay, I must explain the bling. Okay, last night Joe found a can of gold spraypaint in the Clubhouse, and spraypainted a Cheeto. Later, he spraypainted a CD-R. Then Steve was all “You should write ‘Joe’s Blingin’ Disc” on it!” so then everything we spraypainted gold was “Blinged.” Then I started singing “‘Cause I’ve got a blingin’ ticket” instead of the Willy Wonka song–then it morphed into a Willy Wonka rap remix, then we started blinging random things, then we had so much that was blinged that we were all “we should make a film, like, a puppet show with all the bling!” So we love the bling, but the can of bling is almost gone. Above is all the things that were blinged.

I haven’t been doing much lately, I got paid the week before I went to Pride (last week) and spent almost all of the $150. $70 went to the DMV, which took mostly all of it. Then there was pizza, gas, and my photography paper ($30). I checked my account today and I have $17. I wonder if I’ll be able to make it to the next pay period. I’m thinking of buying a cool sound system for my car. I could save up for a computer–if I save $200 a month I can buy an uber-great computer in five months. Or a lame one in two and a half. I need to go down to the bank and start a savings account. Hopefully I won’t spend money that’s put in it. I hope my check is really big. If it’s really big I’ll just put most of it in savings (the computer fund)and survive till the next pay period on a bit of gas money. I’m talking to my mom on the phone–I showed her all my Pride pictures, she got a kick out of that. She made me go to this dude’s website that she’s been e-mailing, Jerry Castaldo. Yay! Sammie and Steve are here! I’m telling my mom about the bling. She’s looking at HSN jewelery, there’s this hideous flower ring. I’m going to post it.

I’ll blog about the bling later–the bling is so funny–almost cooler than Badger. So entertaining.

I covered my CD case in fur a few days ago, it looks SOOOO uber-cool. So I thought I’d post a pic of it.

I’ve been meaning to write an in-depth post about going to Humboldt Pride last Sunday, but I am too lazy. Once I resized all the pictures that I was going to add to the post, I just got tired and lazy. So I’m just going to post all the pics with little descriptions of them. I went with Kevin, Stephanie, and Ben.

We got to Pride around one or two, it looked all sunny and beautiful and pretty. We walked around for a little bit, but didn’t know anyone. We were thirsty, so I think we went to get something to drink, then came back. We staked out a place near the stage, so I took some pics:

I was keeping an eye out for cute dues, so when I saw Kevin go to talk to this one dude I’d seen before, I caputured it:

Next, Ben conned me into going over to these creepy drag queens and taking a picture with them…they so groped Ben.

Then we saw Jon–actually I think this was before the drag queens.

I kept thinking throughout the whole escapade “Jon would be so cute if he had a personality.” We then wandered over to this dance party thing Club West had set up, and took some pictures of peeps dancing.

I then saw this dude that looked so cute from far away! But later I got close up to see that he wasn’t. I loved the pants though!

I took so many pictures of him before he realized he wasn’t cute. :( I loved the outfit, though. Ben was imitating something and making us laugh, so I took a pic. I can’t remember what he was imitating, tho.

I took a picture of the DJ because he was obviously gay to have cooked up such a contunuous lineup of uber-gay songs.

Kevin got him to play “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails (to my delight), but the music just got gayer and gayer, and with “Let’s Hear It For The Boys” followed by Christina Augilera, we had to get out of there.

We went back over to the courtyard and hung out for a bit. Charley came over and said hi. This one chick had this huge yellow snake, and this little girl was playing with it fearlessly, she was so cool. I have a picture.

There was this dude sleeping with a cigarette in his mouth. He looked so cool all sleepy like that, so I took a pic. Later, they said he was staring at me, but he obviously is sleeping. They were looking at it on the little cracked-out screen of the digital camera.

After much deliberation, I went over and talked to Jon. And, to my embarassment, he introduces me as “his first blowjob.” How lame. Well, I laughed it off and started talking to this one girl that he knew, named Stacey. I hope I see her again, because she was really cool:

We were watching the stage when this singer dude came on and he was all singing and nobody was paying attention, it was so sad:

He was all “Can I hear you say freedom!” and nobody said anything so me and Stacey were all “freedom!” and everybody looked at us. It was so funny.

It was then that I saw Smoking Dude. I don’t remember his name, but he was so hot. He had these really cool tattoos on his back (which, unfortunately, I didn’t get on film), but yea–I saw him two days later at Royce’s house and we did tequila shots together. Fun fun, he was such a fem though.

Well, we went back over to the dance party part of the plaza, and it was there that I saw Mohawk Dude. He talked to me, later when we were at the club. So hot. He doesn’t look cute in any of these pictures, but he so was.

Kevin said that the above picture looked like an Old Navy ad. Btw, Ben was so crushing on the one in the Old Navy sweatshirt until we saw him up close and it looked like the dude hadn’t slept in a week. Meth is so lame. In this picture it’s obvious Meth Dude is looking at me, lol.

Later, we saw Jaron (Royce’s ex) and he looked so freaking lame. Last time I saw Jaron he was in this immaculate bondage trenchcoat–but what happened? How can one’s fashion sense atrophy? I just don’t get it. But here he was, in all his ignominy.

Later, there was this cute dude dancing on one of these pillar things, and Kevin went and put a dollar that I gave him into the dude’s pocket. We found out later that the dude’s name was Eli, and he gave Kevin his phone number.

Guess what. I found out later from Charley that this dude was so jerking Kevin’s chain–he had a boyfriend. HA! Kevin is so lame.

Right when the little Club West set thing was wrapping up, this lady came up and introduced herself–she wasn’t really making any sense, and couldn’t remember our names, but she wouldn’t leave us alone. Her only companion was a hula hoop. She was so spun out of her mind on something.

Lol, right before we left this pre-operative transsexual who had been whipping people with this leather whip all day came over and attacked stephie!!!! It was so fucking funny. She was trying to hide behind me when I snapped this photo.

We went back to the plaza, and kind of talked to a few people before leaving, but before we left I snapped a pic of this boi coming out of a bar. He was so cute! Gotta love the hair.

After we left, we went back to McDonalds to refill our sodas (we did this five times during the trip). We went to try to find a place to camp, but everything was expensive, and we didn’t have any money to spend on SAND (a campsite on the beach).

We then decided to go hang out outside Club West to see if there were any parties going on. We saw some cool people outside, and eventually Jon came out of the club, and we talked to him for a bit. More like watched him talk and nonverbally implored him to shut up. He had some cool friends though (Cute From Far Away Boi being one of these). But…but..but..we also met this one chick from Crescent City!!! She was so freaking cool. We eventually worked out a thing for her to get us into the club in exchange for a ride back to her house. On the way back to the car for my ID, I grabbed my camera and took a pic of her.

The club was kinda fun, I mostly warmed a bench with Stephanie. “I don’t dance,” she said. I wholeheartedly agreed, with the crappy music they were playing. IT WAS THE SAME SET THAT THEY PLAYED AT THE PLAZA. Sad. I really wanted to fuck Jon, but he kept blathering on like an idiot (like one? ha.) and it just killed whatever chance he had with me. If he would have just shut the fuck up for two fucking seconds I would have been able to talk with him about stuff. But no. His nonstop harrangue just turned me off big-time. And he didn’t let me sleep in his bed, either (when we crashed at his house). I took this picture inside the club.

Jon let us crash at his house (and, there I thought, sure–we’ll sneak off and fellate–but no.) I woke up in the morning and took pictures of him and Stephie sleeping…I couldn’t see anyone else’s face from the floor, where I slept.

Okay, if any of the picture links are broken, sue me. That’s a damn lot of pictures. That’s why I put it off so long. If you’re reading this in the far future, e-mail me at–well I guess that won’t work either, I might not have the same e-mail address in the future. Hmm. Well, e-mail me at whatever address I have on my Blogger profile or on the “Contact Me” page of my website and tell me that the links are broken and give me the permalink address for this post.